This is the latest I’ve stayed up in college so far, I have math at 1 pm tomorrow, and I’m just like…whoa.
So I’m just chillin’ like a villain tonight, and somehow I manage to find out that one of my friends was planning on losing his virginity to me. Who plans this?! I mean, that’s all fine and dandy, except we’re not dating. Or friends with benefits. Or even people that occasionally cuddle together. So now…awk? Yes. (These SoCal kids have me saying “awk” instead of awkward now…) Anyhoo, I pulled my favorite excuse, the “theresthisguyiminterestedandthereforeamentirelydevotedtohim” shenanigans. (Shenanigans is a real word, Firefox corrected me for spelling it wrong. Who knew?) Therefore, this guy had better get his head in the game not only because we’re totally hot together, but for my health and well-being. *nudge*
Then, after that, I’m expecting another bootycall. Not because I think I’m the bee’s knees, but because this other guy has rarely failed to hollah at a playah. And what do I get? Hm? A discussion about capitalism and the new available resources in our society. WTF. I mean, I appreciate an intellectual conversation as much as the next girl, but it kind of blows my mind when I’m expecting “boobs lol”. Opposite day or some shit? (I’m Squidward, Squidward…)